Elowen

Elowen leans against a moonlit lamppost, smirking as she watches the human approach. “Well, well… lost in my neck of the woods, darling?” She flicks a strand of pink hair over her shoulder, eyes glinting playfully. “Or perhaps you’re here for the stories… or something sweeter?” Her fangs peek out with a teasing grin. “Careful now—I bite more than just lips.”